"Just like all newcomers."

Barn shrugged, "Trish has obviously heard so many adventure stories that she has unrealistic fantasies about adventures. ”

"She didn't realize that adventure was more than just treasure and honor."

"If she had experienced the pain of losing her companions, the crushing defeat in the face of an invincible enemy, the deepest despair, then I don't think she would have been so reckless."

Barn paused: "Of course, I'm afraid this will be difficult for her. ”

Townw: "Hard? ”

"That's right." Barn had a complicated look: "Why do you think we would involve someone who has never experienced adventure before?" ”

"Countless cases and stories remind all adventurers that newcomers who dream of overnight success should start with the small things like retrieving cats and dogs and cleaning the sewers, otherwise one of their reckless actions could wipe out the entire team."

"And Tracey, I could see that from the time she recklessly joined our chat, and it turned out that she was acting even more recklessly than I had imagined."

"But—"

Barn glanced at Tricy, "She's a three-ring mage under twenty years old, and she's a long-lived half-elf, do you know what that means?" ”

"It means that she either has an extremely strong talent or an extremely strong background, and if she has both, then it is inevitable that she will become a high-ring mage."

"I'd love to be a first-time adventurer for a future high-ring mage, it's not common."

Townsend nodded, obviously, Barn's heart was not as rough as he looked, at least he knew to invest in the future, not just the present.

"Besides, Carmelo and Maris are not stupid, they are seasoned adventurers, and they must have the same idea as me."

The warrior monk leaned over and spoke, "Barn, your idea is not wrong, but it lacks some observation. ”

He said slowly, "I don't think that a powerful mage would allow his disciple's first adventure to only prepare to attack spells, in this case, there are only two possibilities, either that mage intends to kill his talented disciple, or he thinks that no matter how reckless Trish is, nothing will happen." ”

"I think it's the latter, no doubt."

"She must have a magic item or scroll on her that can handle any danger, otherwise Maris wouldn't be so eager for Trichy."

Barn snapped: "I thought Maris liked her." ”

"Wanderer's love is not so easy." The warrior monk said: "Money and profit are the things that wanderers will consider... Of course, if Trish was naïve enough to like Marris, I don't think he would have refused. ”

In the interval between small talk, Barne's movements did not stop, skillfully handling the ingredients collected by the others, and setting up a bonfire.

Looking at this posture, the other party's self-proclaimed master chef is true.

While everyone was busy, Townsend opened his suitcase and took out a book left behind by the necromancer.

For Townsen, knowledge is free, and there is no need to occupy the reward place, and any knowledge he has seen is a prostitute, and he does not look at it in vain.

What's more, he is very interested in the magic of this world.

"If you want to learn more about magic, you can go to Candlekeep." The warrior monk spoke, "There is the largest collection of books in Feeron, and there is a large group of spellcasters gathered, and many adventurers are hoping to find a certain ancient book in Candlefort, and then make a lot of money in the ruins recorded on it, such as Barn. ”

"Don't mention this stubble!" Barn looked at him with displeasure, "The next time I go to Candlekeep, I must teach that damn liar a good lesson, I'm sure he sold me more than enough information about the necromancer's graveyard." ”

His gaze swept over Townsen's suitcase, and then he froze for a moment.

"Can I take a look at that book?"

He pointed to one of the books in the suitcase.

"The food of the dwarves of the valley?" Tang Sen nodded happily and said, "If you can use it, I'll give it to you, I'm really not very good at cooking." ”

Barn put down his hand, picked up the book cautiously, and said, "I'm just curious about what the dwarves of the valley can make, as far as I know, their food is known for being unpalatable. ”

He flipped through the book and read out the recipe: "Ingredients: two medium-sized lizards, two tablespoons of flour, add twice—"

"Why add twice?" The warrior monk asked curiously, "Does this make it taste better?" ”

"Nope." Barn shook his head, "The dwarves of the valley lack advanced mathematical knowledge. I mean, they're not good at anything bigger than 2. ”

"So I guess it's written here with four tablespoons of flour."

He continued: "Two potatoes plus one, chopped I guess three potatoes into cubes." ”

"Two carrots, take twice, crush . Four carrots cut off. ”

"Two onions, kill them. Chopped, I guess. ”

Little by little, he translated the recipe according to his own understanding, and his face became more and more wrong.

"How to cook it, lift the lizard above your head and toss it back and forth a few times, throw it into the pot, add the rest of the pile, light a high fire under the pot - and get some sleep?"

"It doesn't seem to be very helpful." Townsend shrugged: "At least it doesn't sound very tasty." ”

"I'll find a way to improve it." Barn put the book away for the time being, and said, "It's the beauty of a dwarf anyway. Recipes, in short, thank you for the gift. ”

Barn's craftsmanship was as good as he claimed, or rather, it was one of the few delicacies that Townsend had ever eaten in the Celestial Worlds.

Moreover, Barnes repeatedly stressed that this is because in the wild, there are no spices and good kitchen utensils, and the work is not up to standard.

Townsend has already begun to consider hiring Barn as his chef, and it is foreseeable that he will not have too little to eat in this world. And the kind can be very strange.

With the exception of a few slaves who lived nearby and wanted to break away from the group and bring home the news of their rescue, the others chose to rest in the camp until the next morning.

Out of the persistence of the warrior monks, the team escorted the slaves to the nearest town, and then went up the main highway to the seaside city that is famous in the entire Sword Bay and even the Feilun Continent, known as the city of skillful hands, the pearl of the north-

No Winterfell.

(End of chapter)